Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.